My Bloody Wings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Even evil has a voice however demented it may be.

Submitted: July 18, 2018

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Laughing I shatter my chains,

 

The mask that was causing me so much pain,

 

Pulled off my face,

 

Of my former self not a trace,

 

In this dungeon so grey and deep,

 

I can hear my fellows weep,

 

They are no more than that of lice,

 

Moving erraticly like roll of a dice,

 

I chose not to burn,

 

Now it shall be my turn,

 

My flesh is torn and ripped,

 

As I was the first to be mutiliated and whupped,

 

Now it shall be their blood,

 

When I get out of this hole in the mud,

 

They call me a beast of charm,

 

A smiling face who brings harm,

 

Soon the world will remember my name,

 

They will point fingers to blame,

 

As the throats I slash,

 

Match their whips lash,

 

A payment due,

 

For what they put me through,

 

I shall pillage and kill,

 

Not for pleasure or thrill,

 

But It's for my scarred skin,

 

For the charred bones that were my kin,

 

So I shall hunt,

 

Relishing in that final death rattle or grunt,

 

A revenge so sweet,

 

There isn't a feeling that is beat,

 

From the ripping edge of my knife,

 

Cutting deep and causing strife,

 

As I chant in my ancient tongue,

 

Parting ribs to part lungs,

 

For a pair of bloody wings,

 

So their king,

 

May know what plagues his land,

 

As more bloody birds take flight from my hand


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